Author: Nancy Friday, Book: My Secret Garden (2003) and other, read online free in EPUB,TXT at FreeOnlineRead.net. Forbidden Flowers - More Women's Sexual Fantasies. By Nancy Friday. Publication date 1991. Topics sexuality, social sciences. Collection folkscanomy_sexuality. PDF download. Download 1 file. SINGLE PAGE PROCESSED JP2 ZIP download. Download 1 file. Nancy Friday is the bestselling author of My Secret Garden, Jealousy, Men in Love, My Mother/My Self, Women on Top, The Power of Beauty and, most recently, Our Looks, Our Lives. She lives in Key West, Florida, and in Connecticut. Nancy Friday's groundbreaking books My Secret Garden and Forbidden Flowers offered an unprecedentedly detailed and honest look at the inner fantasy lives of ordinary women. In Women on Top, Friday returns to this topic, collecting detailed sexual fantasies from over 150 contemporary women from diverse backgrounds. Tags: women on top tv show, women on top shot 2012, women on top agame, women on top pdf nancy friday, women on top by margaret heffernan, women on top of the world Other Books: introductory-chemistry-in-the-laboratory-james-hall-54224643.pdf theories-of-counseling-and-therapy-an-marilyn-j-39724917.pdf the-babysitters-dori-cha-47691398.pdf.
Disclaimer:Title after Nancy Friday's famous book. Characters sneaked out fromABC, whoever, and I'm telling you, they need it! ;)
Theopening passage is not an actual excerpt from the book 'My SecretGarden' by Nancy Friday (since I don't own it), but was inspiredby an anonymous entry to a certain website (PM me for name). Thepassage marked by 'x' is from the cover of the bookpublished by Pocket Books, Simon & Schuster Inc., and the next'excerpt' has been taken directly from the said website (I justloved it! Lol) All the others are made up by me.
Warning:
Graphicsexual material ahead. If you're offended by such, simply do notread.
A/N:I know, I'm supposed to continue my first fic (and I amworking on the next chapter, promise! But I'm kinda waiting to seethe next episode; just watched the last one btw. – anybody elselaughed when Sawyer poured the water from the bucket on his head? Itwas hilarious! LOL), but couldn't resist the idea which my dirtylittle mind came up with while I was trying to read the latest UKCosmo (yay! Foxy on the cover! Yay! Who could blame me?;)) in atraffic jam. It has also been inspired by two fantastic fics:'Random' by Stun04 and 'What if' byMegs-3 (seriously, go read them if you haven't yet, but notwithout a ready supply of cold, cold, COLD water! Lol). Both arecollections of independent jexy scenarios, and can be updated forever(hopefully!), so I intend to do a similar thing. It will probablyhave a continuum to it, but a plot is highly unlikely. ;)
Soyes, you've guessed it, smut, smut, smut! And more smut. Lol Theleitmotiv is sexual fantasies, and of course I get Jack & Kate toexplore them! The best part is, that you, my dearest readers, canprovide any fantasy scenario that you would like me to put themthrough:) Looking forward to the challenge. :)
Firstchapter is awfully long, because I wanted some introduction to theidea, and didn't want to cut it all up into pieces, but the nextones shouldn't be so. Also, their 'first time' is kinda plain,but I thought it was necessary to be able to bring up the kinky! Lol
Oh,I guess it's set sometime around late S2, minus the Others and allweird stuff. :).
Havefun!
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'-we are in a basement. There is a large metal bed, all rusty andsqueaky. He blindfolds me and puts me down on the bed, handcuffing meto the head post. He's very strong and I couldn't fight him evenif I wanted to.
Heties my ankles to the bottom posts and I can't move while he slowlyopens the buttons of my shirt. As he goes, brushing his fingerslightly over my exposed skin, his lips follow, placing agonizinglylight kisses where his fingers have left. Like the wings of abutterfly.
Heunclasps the front of my bra and I wait for him to kiss my breasts,but he doesn't, teasing me and bringing his lips just a fractionabove my nipples, so I can feel his warm breath, but he doesn'ttouch me. I'm arching up – I want to feel him so much!
Buthe shifts away, and starts stroking my ankles gently, moving up mybare legs, adding his lips in those sweet light kisses when hereaches my inner thighs. I'm still blindfolded, so I can't seewhere he will touch me next and he still hasn't said a word.
Hestops short of where I most need him, barely tracing a finger over myswollen lips; it's so light that I'm not sure if I'm notimagining this. He had me take my pants and underwear off before andnow I'm completely open to him. He moves his hands up my stomach,brushing his thumbs along the underside of my breast, and I wriggleand squirm in a plea for more, I need more!
Hecontinues the tease, kissing and touching me deliberately slow,eventually moving his mouth to my hot centre, where he only kissesthe tops of my thighs and I whimper and beg him to uncuff me, he'sgoing too slow, I want it hard and fast and he knows it, so herefuses my pleas. No matter how much I beg, he refuses. I need him, Iwant him and he finally brings his tongue to my aching clit, strokingit ever so gently, blowing the lightest of kisses over its sensitivetip, suckling delicately all around it.
Mywhole body is burning and I hate to feel him leave my centre. He'sundressing now, and then comes back, rubbing his naked body all overmine, making me beg again, to please take me hard, to remove thehandcuffs, to let me touch him.
Buthe doesn't, he never does.
Ican feel his broad chest against my hardened nipples, the coarse hairtickling them deliciously. I can feel his hard cock against my innerthigh and I whimper in anticipation – I have to have him inside me!I feel his strong arms around mine and I'm waiting for him touncuff me, but he still refuses.
Heremoves the blindfold instead and I can see his face. He kisses mine,but avoids my mouth, concentrating on my temples, my jaw line, myneck. I can feel his rigid shaft rubbing over my damp folds and Imoan to please take me now, do it now, hard and fast, I can't waitanymore. But he only dips his tip inside me, kissing my chest and myshoulders.
Thenhe goes a little deeper, but still not enough and he's moving soslow that I think, I'd go crazy with frustration. I beg and beg forhim to free me and to satisfy my aching need for him, to please godeeper…!
Onlywhen I start crying, he slips out of me, to untie my legs and uncuffmy hands, and I'm immediately wrapped all around him, my legslocking around his hips and my hands digging into his buttocks, topull him inside me as hard and deep as I need him, and I arch up intohim, and he complies by pushing inside forcefully now and thrustingfast, over and over again, while I move my arms up to grab his neckand pull his lips down to mine in a hard, passionate kiss.'
'Well,well, well, Freckles…!'
Startledby Sawyer's bemused voice, her body jerked and her hands claspedthe book close in a flash.
'Whathave we got here? Never thought you' the kinky type -,' she couldpicture the smug smirk on his face.
Kateshut her eyes for a long moment, feeling her cheeks burn. Was thereany chance for the ground to open up and swallow her? Biting herlips, she let out an exasperated sigh.
Shehadn't heard him coming up behind her, completely lost in the bookthat she had found a while ago when going through some of the luggageand deciding to keep it, hidden underneath the makeshift bed, she hadin her tent.
She'ddig it out at times, on such quiet, sunny afternoons like that, andsneak out and away from the camp, to sit at the ocean shore, whereshe thought no one would be looking for her.
Shewould take her time reading, savoring each chapter, going slowly,making pauses to let her eyes drift unseeingly into the open space ofthe water ahead, while her imagination would form the pictures, thescenes, filling in the gaps according to her own pleasing.
Fillingin the sounds, the textures, the smells, the flavours… Of him;as she imagined them.
Atthe beginning, she'd only take a few curious peaks into the book;she couldn't have really explained why she'd kept it. It didn'tseem like an appropriate choice for the traumatic events she hadfound herself at. Didn't seem very useful for a plane crashsurvivor waiting for rescue, while hoping it wouldn't come.
Butonce she had started reading, there was no stopping. She got pulledinto the stories, the sensual, sexy stories of strange womenrevealing the most secret alleys of their desires, their needs, theirfantasies.
Katewas surprised, how many of them she could relate to, how easily thewords formed into images in her mind, quickening her heart rate,shallowing her breath and moistening her panties.
Graduallybut all too soon, a man's figure started appearing in her mind,replacing the faceless characters of those foreign scenarios. Shecouldn't help it, didn't really fight it much, giving in to thesweet daydreams of him.
OfJack.
Inher head, he would do everything the stories indicated, they would doit together.
Hewould tie her up to tease her for hours before letting her come, andanother time she would do the same, making love to him with hermouth, taking him to the brink only to pull him back, having him ather mercy until he'd come the hardest ever.
Orhe'd grab her unexpectedly to take her hard and fast where anyonecould have walked in on them. Sometimes someone would, but he neverstopped and they'd continue the frantic fucking despite atransfixed audience watching them.
Orthey would smear honey and cream all over each other's bodies, tolick it clean, up and down, tasting every inch of their skins.
Therewere days, when honey just wasn't enough, and she imagined how hewould come across her belly, her breasts, and she would skim thepearly droplets off with her fingers straight into her mouth, suckinghungrily, until nothing was left, while he would be watching withfascination, growing hard again.
Sometimesthey'd have a raged fight, yelling at each other like they hadhappened to, and she would be suddenly very hot watching his eyesgrow dark and his breath heaving, so she'd grab him and pull himtowards her roughly, knowing that he felt the same, and he'd takeher hard, fast, angrily, pushing up against the nearest surface, awall or a coarse tree, and she would bite and scratch him until firstblood showed.
Inher mind, Kate had him thousands of times, in every possible place.
Inthe cool waves of the ocean, it the darkness of the caves, amongstthe dangers of the jungle, in the rain, in the heat, in the shower,in her tent; she could even imagine having him take her in hishospital office, which she had though never seen. As she dreamed it,he'd throw everything off of his desk: the files, the notes, aphone, all the clutter, to lift her onto the surface, pressing hardagainst her, not even bothering with removing her clothes, justpushing her top up enough to expose her breast to his impatientfingers and lips, and then pushing up her skirt, moving her pantiesto the side to make way for his big, hard cock.
Katehad been indulging in the fantasies day after day now, increasinglyfrustrated with their difference from reality.
Inreality, he seemed so distant, so reserved, so careful not to giveher any hope…
Itwas lust, of course, but long outgrown by a far more complex mixtureof feelings. Or wasn't it really excruciatingly simple? She wasfalling for him. She had already had. And it was irreversible.
Andin an ironic twist of fate, it had to be Sawyer, who walked in on herlittle secret pleasure.
Sheclenched her fingers around the book, pressing it into her lap, frontcover down.
'Whatdo you want, Sawyer?'
Shebraced herself to look around and up to him eventually. The trademarksmirk firmly in place, just as she'd expected. He was going toenjoy teasing her.
'Lookslike some interesting reading-matter, sweetcheeks -'
Sawyersquatted down to her side and reached for the volume, taking hisglasses off.
'Andto think all I got was an outdated automotive magazine, while you'vebeen hiding a little hanky-panky booklet away…!' Sawyer moved upcloser to her, murmuring the last words into the side of her face.
'Goaway, Sawyer.'
'Youwish!' he chuckled. 'Show me,' he grabbed the book now from herdesperate grip, leaning away into the sand again.
'NancyFriday, My Secret Garden,' he put his glasses back on and read outthe title. 'Women's sexual fantasies.'
Katefelt her face growing hot, despite the cool ocean breeze.
'x'More outspoken and graphic than any book before its time, MySecret Garden quickly became a classic study of female sexuality.Today, more than one million women hail this astonishing study as agroundbreaking book – a liberating force adding a new dimension totheir sexual fantasies and lives,' he continued reading aloudfrom the back cover, throwing an amused glance towards her.
'Sincewhen are you carrying your glasses around, Sawyer?' she asked in adesperate try to turn the tables.
Hesimply ignored the comment.
'Let'ssee…,' Sawyer opened the book on a random page.
'-I'm sure I can't take another moment of the torment. I amscreaming and crying out, 'STOP! NO! DON'T STOP!' but youknow those words mean nothing. What I want is no longer an issue.It's what you want and that is to free me from the bonds of my owncontrol. I try to move, to take your fingers deeper into my pussy butyou hold me still, I can't move, so I cry out again, this timebegging, 'Give me your cock?' and begging more, 'Please,I need your cock! -'
Theword 'embarrassment' had just gained a whole new dimension.
'Whoa,Freckles, now that's some fun! - '
'It'sjust a book,' she stated breathlessly, annoyed and ashamed and justwishing she could disappear into thin air but dismally aware that hewasn't going to drop such a juicy subject, once he had found it.
'So….You and sexual fantasies, huh?' Sawyer leaned in once more,smirking, invading her personal space and stressing those two wordsas he cracked them on the side of his mouth.
'Sawyer,it's just a book!' she began again, this time louder, agitated,her arm flying in the direction of said item.
Buthe was quicker, waving it away from her reach.
'Justa book, you say, sweetcheeks? Surely brought some colours to thepretty lil' face of yours,' he grinned at her.
'Giveit to me,' she spat out angrily, reaching over again and pullingherself up from the sand, but finding her wrist caught up in a firmclasp of his stronger hand.
'Notso fast, Freckles,' he pulled her back down. 'Wanna tell me aboutthat only book? About the fantasies…? 'Cause I surehave them too, ya know,' he licked his lips with a sly smile.'Would you like to be tied up, Freckles..? Blindfolded…?' hisface was inches from hers now, as he held her arm tightly, preventingany movement.
'Screwyou!'
'Anytime!'he laughed out. 'But I'm curious, Freckles. Is that what youwant?' his gaze searching her face almost flirtatiously, increasingher uneasiness.
'I'mnot having this conversation with you, Sawyer!' Kate managed tofree herself from his grasp eventually and sprang upright. 'Now,give it back!'
Justas she'd thought, he didn't, answering her with throaty laughter.
'Yakiddin', Freckles? No way are you keeping it to yourself! Gottashare, ya'know,' he grinned.
Sheshifted her weight sighing desperately. Indeed, there was no way he'dkeep the book and the revelation of finding her lost in it tohimself. The whole camp would soon know about her favourite sparetime activity. Jack… He'd know. He'd read it all and bedisgusted by her, he'd never even come close to talk to her again…Suddenly, Kate had to suppress a miserable sob.
Doingher best to hold up a brave face, she straightened her back infeigned indifference.
'Fine.Good. Have it. Maybe you'll learn something,' she stated, herlips tight and her jaw set.
'Thatan offer?' he looked up to her, one eyebrow raised, his expressionsomewhere between playful and hopeful, she noticed, surprised.
'Screwyou,' was her answer, anger suddenly replaced by mere reluctance.And she turned around, determined to walk away from the situation assoon as possible, heading towards the camp and not looking back tohim once.
'Hey,Freckles!' she heard him shouting behind.
Stoppingabruptly, prepared for more vexing, Kate shut her eyes.
'What.'She stated back, not turning around.
'Wouldya have this conversation with Jackass?'
Shespun around gustily, her mouth opening and closing in manner of fishout of water, catching her suddenly rapid breath, as if she wastrying to say something, but couldn't decide on it. And in fact,she couldn't.
Deepdown, in her heart of hearts, there was no denying, that she couldn'tthink of anything better than to have this conversation withJack. To somehow find herself in a situation where it would beexcusable, plausible, expected.
Butof course, none of that would ever happen and none of that she'dever tell anyone, chiefly not Sawyer.
'Thoughtso,' his distant voice caught up with her.
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'Ienter the consulting room; he stands up when he sees me. He'sdressed in blue scrubs, the white starched coat ditched on the chair.I can see his masculine forearms flexing just below the sleeve hems.He's asking me to undress for the examination and I shiver inanticipation of his hands on me.
Iturn my back to him, and he starts running his fingers down my spine,drawing circles with his thumbs on both sides of the tense musclesthere, massaging them slightly. He's standing very close to me, Ican feel the heat of his body radiating to my bare back.-'
'Hey,dude, this is…!' Hurley choked up on his own words, blushingfuriously and wiping sweat off from his forehead, as Sawyer made apoignant pause, looking up to both him and Charlie, his eagerlisteners.
'Soundslike… -' Charlie frowned, tilting his head to one side.
'Exactly,'Sawyer chuckled in caustic contentment, narrowing his eyes behind theunflattering glasses. 'Listen up:
Hemoves his fingers further down, skimming the curve of my buttocks,and then back up my sides and suddenly his palms are on my front,cupping my breasts. I moan, and throw my head back onto his shoulder,he lowers his head to kiss my neck, and then he spins me around andkisses me hungrily on the lips, while pressing me close to him, soclose I can feel his hard cock against my belly and he tells me hecan't help it, he has to have me now.'
Jackcouldn't believe his ears. He was on his way to the fresh watercontainer, a bit worn down already on this late afternoon. Sun wouldset soon, and he'd be able to catch a little sleep, having no hatchshift tonight.
Gettingcloser to a little gathering of three men sitting nearby Sawyer'stent, he could hear what sounded like someone reading aloud. As hemoved up, the words grew more and more distinct. His body temperatureraising, Jack walked slowly, to stop right behind Sawyer, spottedonly by Charlie, who was now making faint efforts to interrupt thereading, glancing up nervously.
'Helifts me up, sitting me on his desk and I push his shirt over hishead. The muscles of his chest are so strong and warm, when heenvelopes me with his body; I can feel the light tickling of hischest hair on my skin and the gentle scratch of his stubble againstmy shoulder. He tells me, he wants me fast and I whimper, I can'twait so I tell him to take me as fast as he can and he moves hisnimble surgeon's fingers up my thighs –'
'Whatthe hell is that?!' Jack had to stop it, before getting into ithimself; the words were mesmerizing and his imagination was workingon its own volition.
'Doc,'Sawyer's head sprung up as he spoke slowly. 'Looks like somechica got to your hidden talents,' he smirked.
Jackfrowned, shifting his weight.
'Whatis that, Sawyer?!'
'Dude,it's just a book, cool off,' Hurley started in a conciliatorymanner, taking the book from Sawyer and handing it out to Jack.'See?'
'Ouch,Doc! Touched a weak spot?' Sawyer snorted.
Jackjust let out a heavy sigh, taking the book from Hurley. My SecretGarden – Women's Sexual Fantasies; he scanned the frontcover.
'Whowould have thought, you bothered,' Jack was not exactly surprisedto find an erotic book in Sawyer's hands, but the sneering remarkcame up despite his best resolution not to get involved in anysquabbles with the blond guy.
'Whatd'ya know, Jackass,' Sawyer narrowed his eyes. 'I bet it'syou who could use it.'
'Dude,it's like really cool, I mean, in a hot way! Never thought chickscome up with such ideas…!' Hurley stood up excitedly.
'Hell,I thought I knew something about that…!' Charliejoined him, shaking his head. 'Seriously, mate, you should check itout, Sawyer found it on Kate- !'
Jack'sbody tensed as he was processing the information. He registeredSawyer throwing Charlie a stern look.
'It'sKate's book?' he frowned again, his heart skipping a bit at themention of her and the shortcut his mind took from her image to thevolume in his grip.
'Didyou take it away from her?' he added sharply, hating the fact,Sawyer would drag her privacy out into the limelight again, just likethat, to have a little nasty fun; the book was certainly somethingshe wouldn't be terribly open about, after all.
'Iborrowed it,' Sawyer stated defiantly, standing up now, and lookingJack in the eye. 'And now I'm lending it to you, Doc,' hesmirked.
'Idon't want it, Sawyer,' Jack put out his hand, but Sawyer justshoved both of his into his jeans' pockets.
'Youdon't want it, my ass!' the Southerner laughed.
'Youcan give it back to Freckles, ya'know,' he added after a while,moving back into his tent. 'Now go away, all ya jerks, I wannasleep!'
Hurleyand Charlie were already heading towards the bonfire, mumbling wordsof disbelief, still digesting the discoveries about female fantasyworld and leaving Jack stuck in between reason – to chuck the bookright after Sawyer into his tent – and desire – to unveil thesecrets of her lust. Her, he thought, he no longer perceivedthe book as a collection of random confessions by various women, butby her, as if the fact she had touched the pages, that thewords had sunk into her mind would legitimate them as her own.
Hefound himself stroking the cover gently, as if touching a texturemuch smoother, much silkier, much suppler to the one of paper. Herskin.
'Hey,Doc?' Sawyer's muffled voice interrupted his contemplations, butbefore he had a chance to answer, Sawyer closed the statement leavinghim completely speechless:
'Somecorners are turned over.'
Andthen he could no more hear Sawyer's rustling around in his tent,punctuated by muttered curses, he couldn't hear the low buzz of thecamp, as people moved around in their daily activities, he didn'thear the crackle of the bonfire, or the waves crushing on the beach.He was oblivious to the distant sound of baby Aaron crying, of someyoung girls giggling, of Sun and Jin having a minor argument inKorean.
Somecorners are turned over
Whywould Sawyer tell him that?
Wouldthat be her fantasies?
Wouldthat be those words which moulded into images in her mind? To awakeher senses, to make her hot and sweaty and wet?
DidSawyer say that because he knew who she fantasized about?
Hadshe rejected him?
Jack'sheart picked up on its pace, and he finally found the power to move,choosing the direction of a quiet little bay, he knew was behind therocks that cut into the ocean on the far left; he'd be alone there,to glance into her mind.
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Katecouldn't face going back to the beach, to join all the survivorsgathering now around the bonfires, chatting, laughing, sharing food,as one more day declined. If Sawyer had given her away… If he hadannounced to everyone willing to hear what she had been sneaking outto do… No doubt, he'd embellish the situation; he'd add thingsto disgrace her completely, acting on hurt pride, after she'drejected his apparent advances.
AndJack… Jack would hear all of that…!
No,she couldn't possibly face him.
Distressed,Kate chose to walk back to the secluded spot where Sawyer had foundher before; just as well she could even spend the night there, she'dthought, and prepared by packing a thin blanket and some food intoher worn rucksack.
Walkingon past the rocks in the amber light of the sunset, Kate spotted asilhouette perched on the sand, elbows rested on knees, handsclasped, face turned into the ocean.
Thedistance could have been much bigger, and she'd recognize himanyway. The shapely head of closely-cropped brown hair, the broadshoulders, the long legs, the glistening tanned skin of his strainedmuscular arms. And a faded t-shirt, the one she knew, bore hisintoxicating scent even after it had been freshly washed.
Katefelt her heart growing warm at the sight; she couldn't help it,couldn't help feeling happy to see him every single time she did.
Despitethe nagging voice at the back of her head, that she could never havehim, never would be with him, that she was not what he wanted, whathe needed, despite all the feelings of inadequacy and guilt and fear,she was always drawn to him, by a mightier force, and just being nearhim would somehow ease her discomfort and her anxiety and shewouldn't feel as unworthy as she did when thinking of him insolitude.
Soshe walked up to him, not thinking about Sawyer and her book now, notthinking about anything at all.
Onlywhen the distance shrunk to arm's length did she notice a book inhis hand, to which he now lowered his gaze, much like Kate had donebefore, in that very place. How uncanny, she observed, the twist offate feeding her heart with strange hope. Weak, but real.
Beforea chance to confirm her suspicions arrived, he heard her and cranedhis neck up.
'Kate,'he said softly, but a chill run down her spine. His eyes dark andglowing now.
'Hi.'
Ohgod, why did her voice have to tremble?
'Thoughtit was my seclusion,' she gave him a small smile.
'Samehere,' he returned it, his eyes flickering with a glare unknown toher. 'Think we can share?'
Hersmile widened by a notch.
'There'sroom for both of us,' he patted the sand.
Shelowered herself to his side, mimicking his position, but keeping herdistance. Even without touching him, she could feel his warmthradiating in giddying waves; it was entirely possible for herimagination to be making it up, but his proximity had always managedto send all Kate's senses into an overdrive.
Hedidn't make any attempt to hide the book, simply closed it andturned it around, so the back cover was on display.
Yet,she still couldn't be sure of what that was, especially with herefforts at pretending not to look.
'Nottoo dark to read?' Kate threw casually, eyes born firmly into thehorizon.
Jackwas quiet for a while, too long, she decided unnerved.
Sheturned her gaze to him. He was studying the front cover in apparentconcentration.
'Sawyersaid it's yours,'
Jack'seyes finally met hers as the book in his hand made its way towardsher.
Shetook it, reluctantly, holding his intense gaze before glancing backto the volume in question. What else did Sawyer say?
'Sortof,' she nodded, self-consciously.
Theair around them seemed to be growing thicker and thicker, invisiblecobweb spinning around them, trapping them into the inevitable.
Sheknew now, that he knew: the same words, the same images populatingboth of their minds. The simple cognisance was threatening to takeher control and shred it to pieces, pushing her into his arms,whether he wanted it or not.
'Ifound it. A while ago,' she explained, just to say something,something neutral.
'Oh,'his chin tilted up briefly.
Kateflipped through the pages without really seeing them. Awkwardsilence. Risk it or leave it.
'Didyou like it?'
'What?'he seemed genuinely confused.
'Thebook. Did you like it?'
Hechuckled in slight embarrassment, but soon enough a warm smile lit uphis eyes.
Onlyfor a second did his gaze danced on her, before returning to thesand, bashfully.
'Yeah,'he said in a low voice.
Neithermade a movement. Kate felt so tense, she was afraid to merely stir onher spot, afraid that she would lose control and go straight for him,his closeness too much of a temptation.
Itwas now or never.
'Doyou…' Kate bit her lip. 'Do you fantasize, Jack?'
Hishead sprung up.
Shesaw a myriad of thoughts flashing in his eyes. Bewilderment,disbelief, caution. And then hope, affection, longing. It took herbreath away.
Katewatched his lips opening slightly, to say something, which he didn't,not for a long moment.
'Yeah,'he nodded faintly, 'I do.'
Thousandsof needles jabbed along her spine, in a flash, both painful anddelightful, as she felt herself drowning in the promise that his eyesheld.
'Whatabout?' her words breathless, rushed.
Thewind moved a random strand of her hair against her neck, bringing ashiver of sweet anticipation, as his eyes were silently telling herwhat she had only wished for.
Andthen she saw his face shifting closer to hers, so close, theirbreaths mingling in a carnal flame. Kate watched his bottomless browndepths becoming blurred, while he closed the distance with a whisper:
'This.'
Andhe was kissing her, lips so soft and warm, moving tentatively overhers, tracing out their shape, tongue probing deftly at the corner ofher mouth.
Suddendizziness washed over her, swaying her overwhelmed body, but his armwas right behind her, in time to steady her, so sure and solid,pulling her ever so slightly into him.
Katefelt herself gasping and she opened her mouth eagerly, flicking hertongue over his lower lip in both plea and invitation. He complied,deepening the kiss, moving his tongue to meet hers, sliding it intoher waiting mouth to explore the delicate, velvety flesh there.
Hiskiss was everything she had imagined and so much more. Real andintense and sensual and thorough, agonizingly slow, but she couldsense the impatience, the wildness, the crushing passion underlyingshallowly, all of which once unleashed, would make her scream inecstasy, would make her beg him to stop because the pleasure would betoo much to take and then beg him more, to never stop.
Hetasted so good, so good, she noticed, already addicted to thehot recess of his mouth.
Sheflung one arm to his neck, to pull him closer, kiss him harder, withall the hunger that he awoke in her, all the primal fire that heenkindled deep within her body in a force, she had never thoughtexisted.
Withher hands, with her body, she was telling him, desperately needing totell him how he completed her, how he rebuilt her, how she believedin them. How she had longed for him each day, not being allowed totouch him, how she embraced void each night, the empty space meantfor his body to fill. And there was no more a hollow in her soul, howhe had crept in there, bringing light, bringing out light.
Kateregistered being lowered to the sand gently, his arm still holdingher firmly, the other one landing by her side, supporting his weight,as he hovered above her, kissing her with full force now, nibbling onher lips, suckling on them, stroking her tongue with his ownpurposefully, as if he wanted to drink her up, suck her up intohimself.
Teasinghim slightly, she caught his tongue in between her teeth and tickledits tip with her own, while spreading her palms flat up and into hisshort brown hair, grazing his scalp softly.
Shewas rewarded with a sharp sigh and his body moving closer, pressingat her side, his free hand playing beneath the hem of her top, wherehe had found a stripe of bare skin.
Katereleased his tongue, kissing the corners of his mouth, and rubbingher cheek against his, delighted to fulfill her desire of testing thecoarse texture.
Ashameless whimper escaped her throat when his moist lips connectedwith her throat where it curved into the collarbone while his handmoved up underneath the fabric to skim over the side of her breasttentatively. Kate arched her back into him for more, her brainclouded completely by his heady musky scent, by his taste on herlips, by the warm weight of his body pressing up closer and tighteragainst her, by the sound of his hot ragged breath blowing into herneck, by his knee parting hers now instinctively, moving to inbetween her legs, demanding access, which she gladly provided.
Itwasn't until his hips were fully cradled in hers, not before shecould feel his hardness pressing intimately into her overheatedcentre through their clothes, while she bucked up enthusiastically tomeet him halfway, not before her hands made their way up his t-shirtto stroke the perfectly defined muscles there, that he had suddenlypulled away from another fierce kiss, to look in her eyes.
'Whatare we doing, Kate?' his whisper hoarse, out of breath.
Shecontinued rubbing the nape of his neck lightly; she had alreadylearnt he loved it.
'Doyou want to stop…?' she searched his dark eyes, smiling timidly,dreamily. Her heart was racing in fear that he would and she shiftedunderneath him, knowing it would produce a grind against his hardnessand cut at his self-control.
Shecouldn't let him stop, not now, not when he was so close, so warm,so alive, the prospect of being left cold and alone on the sand moreterrifying now than anything had ever been.
Heinhaled sharply and shut his eyes at her invasion, lowering his mouthback to hers, seemingly unable to resist.
'Perhapswe should…,' he started.
'Doyou want to…?
Jacksighed, brushing his lips against hers and shaking his head innegation.
'You?'
Hisgaze locked with hers again and its intensity gave her goose bumps.
Sheunderstood what he was asking, understood that he needed to know; ifshe gave herself to him now, would that be for good? Did she want tobe his fully, wholly, without running, without hiding, withoutplaying around? Was that real and was she ready?
Katemade her decision long time ago, or it was made for her before shewas born, but she had never dared to hope to see those questions inhis eyes.
Lostfor words and suddenly on the verge of tears, she blinked at himslowly and it was her turn to shake her head.
'No.Never. -' and she pulled him down to kiss his mouth with all thatshe had to offer: herself.
Itwas as if he allowed his passion to take over then, crushing heragainst him, taking his busy mouth to explore each patch of bare skinwith complete focus on every spot, gauging her reactions, seeking forthe places which made her squeeze his shoulders almost painfully,which would make her gasp his name out.
Everythinghe did, each touch, each electrifying kiss left her wanting more andmore, never enough.
Shetugged on his t-shirt, now crumpled up somewhere around his shoulderblades and Jack propped himself up briefly, to take it off, makingKate shiver involuntarily both in loss of his warmth against her andat the sight of his sculpted chest.
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Hischest was raising and falling in quick shallow breaths, as heaccepted her caresses, letting her hands travel along their discoverytracks.
Theway he looked at her… It made Kate's heart flutter; His eyesblack with lust now, as if he longed to eat her alive, to devour hergreedily, to virtually rip her clothes off and fuck her hard, buryinghimself as deep as ever, bruising her on the way and never caringabout that, but as if he was consciously stemming himself.
Itmade her want him more yet; the frail promise of his strong body tooverpower her, to force the sweet surrender out of her, it woulddrain all resistance away, should there had ever been any.
Butat the same time, there was endless tenderness in his eyes, the care,the affection, the respect, the need to protect her. It did, however,manifest much alike: as if he wanted to melt her into himself.
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Andhe must have read it right, because the next thing she felt were hislips on her own again, in a kiss so passionate, so devoted, sotruthful, that Kate felt the aching for him inside her double,triple, multiply by each dart of his talented hot tongue againsthers.
Breathinginto his mouth, she grabbed his hand that was playing languidlyacross her stomach and shoved it up onto her tingling breast, with asimultaneous buck of her groin against the irresistible temptation ofhis hard length strained beneath the heavy denim, eliciting a low,almost animalistic grunt from the back of his throat.
'Kate- ' was all he could utter.
'Jack…'she followed.
Andhis long fingers were moving over her waiting breast; she pressed upagainst his palm, unable to stop herself, wanting more, always more.
Hedrew circles with his thumb around her taut nipple through thefabric, teasingly, but then cupped her breast firmly, pushing it upslightly, and her breath got caught down her throat from the infinitepleasure.
Katemoved her hands down his strong back, to grasp his firm buttocks andurge him closer, tighter, rubbing against him now, in thelong-restrained need.
Shewas glad to see, he wasn't planning on holding to his persistentcontrol, that his impatience matched hers, that he pulled her toproughly over her head and struggled now with the clasp of her bra,but not succeeding, so he just pushed the garment up and out of theway, stopping momentarily, drawn to the sight of her heaving chest inthe fading daylight.
Hismovements slowed down upon uncovering her breasts, his hands on heryearning flesh, passionate now, earnest, focused on cherishing her.
Oneroughened palm closed over her breast and she moaned in pleasure asits heel rubbed against the flushed nipple, and she panted, capturinghis earlobe with her teeth, to yes, yes,please, not tostop, when his hot mouth joined in, his tongue lapping on the tightbud, his lips sucking gently and then stronger, making her head spinand sending the sensation straight down to her lower belly in adelicious spasm and straight into between her legs, in a pool offervent wetness.
Shecouldn't stand the increasing tension, desperate for release; shewas grinding up against him frantically now, her hands roaming overhis sculpted body anywhere she could reach, her lips only leaving histo cover his jaw, his neck, his shoulders in rushed sloppy kisses, totaste everything about him, the salty tang of his sweat on hertongue.
Shereached for the waistband of his jeans, and he didn't protest, no,he encouraged her, backing up and giving her access, mesmerized byher tiny fingers fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. She couldtell he enjoyed the image; he was going to remember it.
Katewanted to implant dozens and dozens of images into his memory, shewanted them to replace his fantasies, to fuse with them, to stimulatethem, so he would always come back to her when he wanted to feel likethis.
Determined,she wriggled her hand past the heavy fabric, eager to touch himfinally, and they both gasped when her fingers connected with thevelvety skin of his hard shaft.
Thelook on his face was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, Katedecided, as she grasped him firmly and stroked once, twice, hisfeatures smoothing visibly as he allowed himself to fall victim tothe ineffable pleasure.
Fascinated,Kate leaned up to capture his parted lips with hers again, and heresponded immediately, shaking the momentary inertia of pure blissoff and away, and returning her attention, freeing her from the brasuccessfully now and bringing his hand down, to where she needed him,cupping her through the jeans.
Thearch of her back was pure instinct, as she moaned his namebreathlessly, but the contact wasn't enough and he knew it.
Hereyes fluttered open in disappointment when he moved up to kneelbetween her legs and his erection slipped out of her hand. She knew,now that she'd identified that part of him, now that she'd got totouch it, she would never be able to get enough; she would want himover and over again, under her fingers, in her mouth, inside her.
Achill ran down her spine at the notion, and her insides contracted ina fresh tide of arousal. What he does to her.
Shemelted under his touch, her skin turning to hot liquid, her wholebody evaporating, floating outside time, outside space, in thetranscendence they shared; everything became absurdly insignificantnow, the world imploding into the eternal call of her body to him.She wanted him, she needed him, now, and so she told him.
Hispupils dilated further as he nodded slightly and let out a raggedbreath; he unzipped her pants and pushed them down roughly, gettingstuck on her boots for a while.
Hewas loosing the control battle and it only excited her more.
Jackcame back to her yearning lips in a trail of butterfly kisses up thecurve of her calf, the smoothness of her inner thigh, the hollow ofher hipbone, the swell of her breast; the dizzying tickle of hisstubble following.
Hismouth wanted to be gentle, but his lust didn't let it, and she felthis teeth flirting with the idea of an ample bite, grazing the crookof her neck, brushing over it. With an unsuppressed whimper, shecocked her neck, exposing herself to him, inviting him, surrenderingto him. Yes, Jack, yes.
Alow grunt left his throat when he suckled on the creamy softnesshard, bruising it, attacking it, but she was only too willing to givein, to accept each and every assault, knowing well, that he waspaying her back with his bare soul, bare heart, all of it, and thathis body was designed to pleasure her, just as hers for him.
Kateheard her own cry, when his skillful fingers found their way past herunderwear, to slide into her folds, to rub her swollen clit lightly,to apply deliciously rhythmical pressure, to dance over her openingbefore slipping in and beginning to thrust now, agonizingly slowly,even though they were shaking with his stifled urge to devour herhard and fast, to quench his carnal thirst.
Thethirst that threatened to leave her dried up dead if he wouldn'tpour life into her body soon. Now
Sheurged his jeans down, and he helped her, never stopping his kisses,never stopping his whispers of how beautiful she was, and how he hadalways belonged to her, and how he wanted to give her everything,anything.
Togetherthey managed to rid him of the offensive layers and now he was comingback to his rightful place in between her legs, and she couldn'tstop marveling at how stunning he was, his body a work of art, onlyso much better, warm and alive.
Shewas clinging to him, wrapping herself around him, her craving tomerge with him never satisfied, not before they'd be unified.
Herhands landed on his hot shaft again, her heart pounding inanticipation – he was so hard, and so big, all forher now; just as the excessive moisture of her body was allfor him. She couldn't stop it, even if it was too much; This isreal; her panties getting soaked, time and time again.
Forhim. To take her. To make her his own.
Takeme -Jack -…Only you -
Andso he did.
Strippingher out from the flimsy panties, he repositioned himself at herburning entrance, both of them dying for the ultimate connection.
Bothof their mouths opened, and gasped, and moaned simultaneously, astheir eyes kept searching each others' for the answer to thesudden, but perennial question: how does it feel so right? Why doesit feel so good…? What if I had never found you? My love?
Mylove.
Hepushed inside her, slowly but steadily, as she stretched for him,realizing that she had never felt anything sweeter, that her wholelife had brought her to him, day after day. That they were made foreach other, fitting so perfectly, each dip in the bay of her body nowfinding its fulfillment, designed just to harbour each and every inchof him, each vein and every edging.
Thiswas it, the point of no return, not that she would ever want toreturn. He was in her, claiming his right of her, bringing theinevitable change, the change that nature had pushed them into, theyboth too feeble to ever fight it.
Andhe was moving out now, but she knew it was only to come back strongerand her eyes shut eventually, giving in to the sensation of histhickness stretching her almost painfully, while her inner musclescontracted in a foretaste of her ecstasy, gripping him, pulling himdeeper inside in greed.
Hislips landed on hers again, in a passionate kiss, matching theinfuriatingly slow pace of his thrusts, slow, but thorough, forceful,bringing his cock all the way up into her hot tunnel and twisting histongue around hers like ivy, while her limbs twined all over him,heels digging into his buttocks, to urge him deeper yet, harder, andhands holding onto his shoulders, encircling his neck hastily, as ifshe wanted to absorb him whole.
Shecouldn't even feel the scrape of sand on her sweaty skin, but thescrape of his bristly cheek on her jaw line as he hid his face in thecrook of her neck rippled through her body in jolts, meeting thewaves of pure bliss that each of his pushes evoked.
Itwas almost completely dark now, the sun disappeared in the ocean, butshe could see the inner glare in his eyes when he looked at her, sointensely, so lovingly, her heart could burst now.
Allher fantasies, none of her fantasies could have prepared her for howwonderful it would be.
Katesmiled at him, in the immense joy of their union, and he respondedwith a suddenly tender kiss, with his hand closing over her breastdeftly, caringly, rubbing her swollen flesh as if he knew exactlythat was what she needed. So good, so good.
Butit wasn't enough, still not enough, she needed more of him, all ofhim, she needed him to ditch the control, to pound into her witheverything he had.
'Couldwe… – can we - … can I go…?' she panted, nudging him,signaling her intention.
'Course,'he whispered wholeheartedly and flipped them over, so that she wasstraddling him.
Shewas now rocking against him, each stroke bringing her closer andcloser to her release, at awe how little it was taking, how she wason the brink already, and determined to prolong the pleasure ofhaving him in but at the same time unable to stop.
Hereyelids were heavy, her vision blurred by uncontrollable tears whenshe continued to move, watching his handsome face all the time,telling him in wordless gasps and whimpers and moans how goodhe felt, how he filled her up so completely, how he was filling thehole in her heart.
Hiseyes so dark, so warm now, reflected back at her everything she wassilently telling him.
Jackraised one hand up, to caress her cheek and she was taken abackagain, how her whole face would fit in there, in that beautiful largepalm which must have had been so smooth once, groomed to perfection,but was now calloused and scarred by the harsh reality.
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Freeinghimself from her greedy mouth, he grabbed her hand shakily, entwininghis fingers with her own and pushed them both to their joining,pressing up on her swollen clit.
'Guideme -' he whispered hoarsely, and her heart skipped a beat.
Andso she did, maneuvering his fingers over the most sensitive spot, torub against where she desperately needed it, and now he was movingthem in sync with their thrusts, sending jolts of ecstasy through herentire being, leading her to the cliff of her sweetest fall, whichshe was no longer able to back up from.
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Sheleaned down for a kiss, but her lips could not move, immobilized bythe feel of his length probing at her insides, by his fingers workingher intently, by his eyes bringing the ultimate answers to thequestions of existence, by his hot breath meeting hers, so she justbrushed her lips against his with every thrust, every push and everypull, much like her hair dangled over his face rhythmically.
Andshe was coming now, in a series of powerful spasms, wishing so hardto share the experience with him, plunging her fingernails in hisskin, coming in waves, in tides, falling out of her body, graspingfor air as her lungs were failing her; his name stuck in her throat,in her mind, but unable to pass her open mouth, the sound she'dthought would mould into the one perfect four-letter word becoming amindless cry, over and over again, just as he kept his fingers movingand never broke the rhythm of his thrusts when she slacked againsthim, and she was coming, and coming, and coming for what felt likehours, time becoming an irrelevant factor now.
Exhausted,Kate collapsed onto him, his arms holding her securely, soothing her,breaking her fall into the sweet abyss of surrender to the perennialdestiny. Come with me, come along, be mine.
'I'venever…-, no one's ever…- Jack…' she panted breathlessly,irrepressible tears running down her face.
'BecauseI love you,' he told her simply.
Shepressed her lips to the crook of his neck forcefully and run them uphis coarse jaw line to hover over his mouth. The look in his eyes wasone of endless devotion and Kate's hand flung to cup his cheekwhile her hips continued their instinctive movements against him.
'Mylove -' she stated earnestly, opening her soul to him, hoping thather eyes would tell him what her mouth couldn't.
Hespun them around again, to pin her underneath his stronger form oncemore, and she moaned as he thrust forcefully within her, as hard asever.
'Please…,'she whimpered, grabbing his buttocks, urging him to go deeper, asdeep as he could, needing to feel him, to free him, to see himloosing himself in her.
'Youare my everything,' he breathed out against her lips and shewas floating again, high from the powerful orgasm that he had broughther to just seconds ago, oversensitive but responding eagerly, withthe force of her infinite desire for this man.
'Makeme your everything,' she whispered back, needing to watch him, togive him the same absolution that only he was able to give her. 'Givein to me, Jack…'
Herwords seemed to tear on his control, she observed, so she keptwhispering how good he felt, how good he made her feel, how she hadbeen dreaming of having him like this, of knowing him like this, howshe had craved him, all of him.
Shefelt his hand grabbing her buttock, lifting her, pressing her tighterto his groin, as he moved faster now, harder, ramming into the recessof her body in desperation, seeking his release, begging her in hothuffs against her neck to follow.
'Kate-, Kate -' he kept repeating her name in a plea or a prayer, shecouldn't tell, as a tide of painful pleasure washed over her again,sweeping her out of reality with a force that sunk her teeth into hisshoulder and she was tasting his blood now, her cry muffled, her eyesopen wide at awe, and she felt his heartbeat racing now, his breathjagged, his thrusts ripping her apart, his body giving into herfinally, giving in to the primal lust, shaking off all pretension ofcontrol, of courtesy, of consideration, the wildness she had alwaysseen underlying his refined manner finally breaking free and floodingher insides in a hot wave of his release.
Shewelcomed his weight crushing her smaller body as he collapsed on topof her and went on stroking his sweated back soothingly, running herfingers through his hair, catching her breath in time with him,neither of them able to utter a word apparently.
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Thenight fell above and over them, in thick, humid darkness, cocooningtheir spent bodies, separating them from the world.
'IfI had known that…' she nibbled his earlobe and he chuckledlightly against her hair.
'Youknow now,' he lifted his head to look in her eyes.
Shebrought both hands up to cup his face.
'Didyou mean it - ?' she whispered, heart leaping in sudden anxiety.
'Ofcourse.'
Andhe was kissing her again, not only with his lips, but with his soul,with his entire being, giving himself to her, like she had never beengiven anything before.
'AndI do, too,' Kate breathed into his mouth, sighing in slightdisappointment, as he rolled them over, leaving her body, butwrapping his arms tightly around her.
Hisbreathing subsided slowly, and she assumed, he'd be asleep, whenhis voice startled her:
'So,you and the fantasies, huh?' the unusual playfulness making hergrin.
'Well…'she giggled, 'What about you?'
'Thatwas one of mine,' his eyes twinkling with warmth when he turned tobrush his lips across the bridge of her nose. 'And yours?' he wasreaching for the forgotten book now, flipping through the pagescasually.
'Ithink you know.'
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Atlast! Gee, those two have worn me out..:)
Sorryif I bored you to death, I seriously need a challenge to write acompact fic for once. :) Take the note, I kept the 'sex-talk'minimal – good or bad? Too mushy?
Also,it was written in one sitting and I got kinda stuck on attempts ofpossible enhancements – blame my PMS moodiness. So, please don'tsmack if it sucks big time. I hope the next two chapters will shapeup better (done in drafts now). Chapter 2 is Kate's fantasy beingplayed out (the one including blindfold ;)), and chapter 3 – Jack's(surprise:)). After that, I'm gladly taking requests, as promised!
Prettyplease, show a little heart and review – so I know what to flauntand what to avoid!
Ah,and the usual: please bear in mind that I'm not a native Englishspeaker, hence possible lack of language sophistication. I'mworking on it:)